RATING: NC-17
WARNING: SLASH
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY
AUTHOR: SISTERWINE
SUMMARY: Now that Logan has Remy, can they move on from 1930? Logan takes drastic steps to ensure that he never raises a hand to Remy again. Is Remy ready for his future at the Mansion, or will he take off the bracelet and return to Logan's dreams?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Only In My Dreams" (also mine).
 

PART ONE
 
 

Sometime during the night, Logan had rolled over and twitched. The back of his hand hit and made contact with a foreign object that was in his bed. And the object moved. Logan's eyes shot open to find what his hand had hit. He was confused for a moment at the sight of a dark figure that now took up half of his bed. His mind told him that he knew the figure lying beside him. He had remembered the shape of them from a dream. They lie on their side, facing away from him, and sighed in relief every now and then in their dream. Remy. He remembered now. Logan had been lying on his back, looking at the outline of his lover. Rolling onto his side and easing his way closer to the young man, he draped his left arm over Remy's thin stomache and kissed his shoulder.

Remy jumped slightly but, remained asleep. He smiled and arched his back into the warm chest behind him. A content purr escaped him and he snuggled even closer to Logan, who was now kissing Remy's bare shoulder and shoulderblade. Remy moaned softly and whispered sleepily, "Je t'aime, Logan." Remy moved his right arm under his pillow and placed his left hand to rest beside
his chest.

Logan smiled and replied in the same whsipered tone, "Je t'aime aussi, Remy."  Lifting his head up
to look overtop of the kid, he looked at the glowing red numbers beside the bed, 3:15 AM. He lay
his head back down and brought his left hand that had been caressing Remy's bare stomach, to play with a lock of his soft auburn hair.

"Mmm. You always liked playin' wit' Remy's hair, cher." He whispered as a slight smile graced his velvet lips. Remy had been awake for the light caresses and soft kisses. A breathy giggle followed
as Logan kissed behind Remy's ear. He was ticklish. An audible snicker arose from him as Logan kissed the side of his neck and replaced his hand on Remy's stomache.

Logan smiled and moaned as Remy nudged his bottom gently into Logan's groin. Logan's erection rubbed eagerly at the thin material that separated him from Remy's firm backside. He moved his
hand from the bare planes of Remy's torso to the band of Remy's black boxers. Slipping his hand inbetween he asked quietly, "You hard, baby?" and smiling as his hand came in contact with Remy's equally eager erection.

"Oui, cher."

The kid felt good. Warm skin and a casual willingness to return to Logan whatever he wanted.
Logan stopped for a moment. His hand gently massaged the satin hard skin underneath the boxers. His ears fed on the wave of purrs from Remy. As easily as it had slipped between the material, the hand retreated from Remy completely.

Remy rolled over to find that Logan returned to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling. "Y'don'
wan' t' take Remy, cher? I make y' feel better, mon amour." His questioning gaze studied Logan's frustrated expression.

"It aint that, just that......" Logan swore to himself. "Nearly all the images you have of me are rough and bruisin to ya. Since I've been here, I aint raised a hand to anyone I've shared my bed with....."

"'Fraid y' might start wit me?" Remy asked, just above a whisper.

"No. I'm just afraid I might bring back some painful memories."

"Oh." Remy rolled back over onto his side. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Logan picked up the slight tremble in Remy's breathing and again, snuggled in close to him. He reached over Remy and laid his hand over the hand Remy had next to his chest, entwining their fingers. Kissing Remy's shoulder, he closed his eyes and listened to Remy breathe as he fell back asleep.

The hours passed and Logan found himself standing out the window, wearing only his blue jeans
that seemed somewhat loose. It was just about sunrise, and he was lazily smoking a cigar while watching the golden rays drift over the white headstone. He turned around and looked at Remy still asleep in the bed. Leaning on the windowsill, he folded his left arm around his stomache and rest his right elbow there to hold the cigar in his mouth. He knew the Professor had rules about smoking in the Mansion but, he didn't care. Besides, he had the window open.

Remy was lying on his back, arms outstretched and breathing deeply. His chest softly rose and fell with each breath. His hair had been spread around him like a burning red halo on the crisp white pillow. His head turned to the right and he opened his mouth to gasp quietly. A tear sliding down from his eye onto the pillow.

Logan could smell the salt in the tear. He could also smell Remy's semi-arousal. He guessed the kid was dreaming aobut the night he was killed by a drunken Logan.

Remy's expression changed as shifted positions and rolled to his left side. His right arm landing on Logan's pillow. Feeling the texture but, no Logan, he opened his eyes and looked around the barely
lit room. Finding Logan leaning against the windowsill, and smoking a cigar, he sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes. "G'mornin." He smiled at the man when he could focus again.

"Mornin."

"What de time?"

"6:05. Clock's beside ya." Logan pointed to the small alarm/radio box beside Remy.

"Oh. Mind if I take a bath, cher?" Remy ran a hand through his hair.

"Yea." Logan put out the cigar in the ashtray that sat beside him on the sill. "Bathroom's in there." Logan led Remy into the small bathroom and introduced him to the showerhead. He ran the water and let Remy adjust it to the right heat. Before he left the room, Logan placed a towel on the
toiletseat lid for him and then shut the door as he left.

Remy lathered up a washcloth and began soaping his lean, pale body. He washed every inch of himself at least twice before rinsing off. Logan couldn't really stand all the heavily perfumed shampoos and conditioners, so he used Suave's Strawberry. Remy remembered Logan used to
hold him just to nuzzle his nose in Remy's hair. He knew Logan loved the scent of fruit. When he finished his shower, Remy dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist and used Logan's comb to comb his hair. He opened the door and poked his head out. He smiled as he saw Logan
was there waiting for him.

Logan was standing at the window again, with a cigar in his mouth. He knew the kid had opened
the door and came into the room. He inhaled deeply and caught the scent of Strawberries and Ivory soap.

"Still smokin, cher?"

"Yep. Still talkin French?"

"Oui." Remy came to stand behind Logan and snake his arms around the older man's waist. He smiled when Logan moaned and leaned back into the gentle body. Remy reached a cautious hand down to Logan's groin and massaged his denimed manhood and balls. Logan moaned again.

When Logan couldn't take the touch anymore, he put his cigar out and turned around to plant a
kiss on the velvet lips he had dreamt so long about. It was Remy who took the liberty of pushing Logan's lips apart and letting his tongue wander over Logan's. Logan, in turn, let his hands roam
over Remy's back and then down to his toweled backside. Logan kneaded his hands over the soft toweled backside. Growling, Logan reached inbetween them and unhooked the towel and let it fall
to the floor. His hand brushed against Remy's erection and made the boy moan.

Remy was also frustrated by the materials that separated them. Since he had been a thief before, he managed to undo Logan's jeans and push them and his boxers down just enough to let Logan's growing erection out. Remy kissed his way down Logan's chest and stopped when he reached Logan's length. He kissed the tip and looked up into Logan's watchful eyes. Smiling confidently, he casually slid the length into his mouth. Swirling his tongue along the slit, he smirked at the wave of moans and soft growls coming from above him. Keeping the slow rhythm, Remy massaged the
full length inch by excruciating inch, with his tongue. He knew it. He knew he was driving Logan insane. Remy's eyes lifted from his work to Logan's.

A moan escaped Logan's lips again, and drops of pre-come trickled into Remy's waiting mouth. Logan Reached one hand to Remy's shoulder and the other to the pretty and soft auburn hair.
Logan groaned and cursed under his breath at how good the damn kid was. He was mentally
kicking himself for not remembering the 20s, or how it felt to bed a damn fine cajun. Each lick,
each touch was bringing him closer to releasing into the kid's mouth.

Letting his empathy kick in, Remy stopped and stood up. "Fuck me, monsieur?" He looked right
into Logan's eyes and asked pleadingly.

Logan stood there for a long minute. He didn't move. Clearing his throat, he looked away from Remy's eyes and sighed.

Remy cupped Logan's cheek with his hand and turned Logan's gaze back to him. "Remy don' mind rough, cher. Ain' touch ya' in so long, he don' care no more. Logan, Remy wait jus' fo' you, cher." Remy backed up and reclined on the end of the bed, lifting his legs, bending at the knees and spreading them apart widely. His gaze never left Logan. Uncertainty washed over him as he recalled they last time they'd really touched. A smile wavered from slight to encouragement as Logan pushed off the sill and came closer.

Logan's expression was blank. Remy had lost all feeling from him. Logan had come closer and then walked right past him to the nightstand on Remy's side of the bed. Opening the drawer, he removed a Trojan and some gel.

Remy had watched him walk past and his smile faded. When he saw Logan reach for the drawer,
he hoped there wasn't a bottle in there. Logan had always had some form of alcohol to dull his
mind, before he would even move close to Remy. He shivered and watched Logan standing there, with his back to him, doing something. Remy had dropped his legs and sat up. He looked around Logan's body to see the older man sheath himself in what looked like rubber, and then spread a
clear gel overtop of the sheath. Confused, Remy waited for Logan to stand infront of him so he could examine the new apparell.

"Wha's dis, cher? You don' like t' feel Remy, no more?"

"S'called a condom, kid. And the gel is so that you don't have ta do that spittin thing, you used to
do. Shhh, baby, lay back." Logan looked down at an unsure Remy and then smiled as the boy complied. Logan knelt down and spread the boy's legs again. Taking the tube of gel, he squeezed a small portion onto his finger, of one hand as the other spread Remy's flesh and rubbed the tight
hole. Logan brought the finger with the gel to the entrance and worked it into the opening. Remy hissed at the coldness of it, and Logan looked up at him. "S'okay baby, shhhh." Logan eased the gelled fingertip inside the boy and smiled as another hiss followed by a moan of pleasure came
from the bed.

Remy lie flat on his back, eyes closed and smiling. He winced as Logan entered another finger,
slick with gel. "Oh...... please, m'sieur, make love to me?" Remy begged but didn't bother moving
or opening his eyes.

Logan removed the fingers with a gasp following. He bent over and whispered into Remy's right
ear, "Ready, kid?"

Remy smiled and nodded. "Oui. Remy crave yo' body, cher."

Smiling and leaning into to kiss Remy, Logan pushed himself in as he muffled Remy's gasps with
his tongue. He pushed himself all the way in and waited for Remy to relax. Slowly, he slid out and watched the expression in Remy's face change.

Remy had broken the kiss and turned his head. He squeezed his eyes shut as wetness gathered at
the corners. Reaching up to Logan's hips and guiding him back in, he moaned and breathed as he
felt Logan's kisses and then his tongue on his neck.

Logan had started pushing in and pulling out again, slowly. The kid tasted so damn good. Running his tongue along the side of Remy's neck and pushing in again, he heard Remy say his name under his breath that was also followed by a soft curse in french. For some reason, whenever the kid spoke french in his ear, it drove him wild. Logan thrust in a bit harder and continued the rhythm, growing faster as the breathy gasps in his ear began to send his body into convulsions. Soon after, primal instinct took over and Logan began to pound into the younger man at an exceeding rate.

Tears fell onto the bed and Remy held on. He knew this would happen. Remy had reached between them and started stroking himself in the same rhythm as Logan. First slowly, then more aggressive. He pulled and whimpered as Logan continued to thrust himself deep into the tightness.

"Come for me, baby........ I'm so ready to come...... Oh, baby...." Logan growled quietly in Remy's ear. He kissed the soft neck again and moved a hand down to cover Remy's and help him stroke his rigid length. He smiled as Remy gapsed and rocked his hips up towards him. "That's a good boy.
I'm ready, Remy. Uh.... I want to feel you come in my hand. Come on, baby." Logan gritted his teeth and whispered, thrusting harder.

Remy had started to sweat and squeeze his eyes even tighter shut. "Oui, cher. I come so good for you. Mon Dieu, tu toucher tres bien, mon amour. Sil vous plait, cher, faster." His voice was near hoarse and just above a whisper as he panted and continued to stroke his erection under Logan's
firm grip.

Logan readily obliged and moved faster. Pushing in a final time, he came completely. He pulled on Remy's hand and moaned as hot wetness squirt up between them. Each calling the other's name in extacy. "So good, baby." Kissing Remy's cheek. "So damn good.  Even better than my dreams."

"Oui." A tired Remy lay spent underneath Logan. His hand lifted from his now slack shaft and entwining with Logan's, he kissed him. And when Logan had tried to pull out, Remy stopped him. "You don' be in Remy fo' a long time. Y' feel so good, cher. Stay inside, sil vous plait?" He looked into Logan's eyes and smiled weakly.

"For awhile, kid." Logan smiled back and kissed the young man again.

*****************************

They had showered together and washed each other. Logan slipped on his jeans and stood at the bathroom mirror, shaving. Remy had gone back into the bedroom and pulled on his black boxers.

A knock had interrupted him from sitting down on the bed.

"Get that, would ya, kid?" Logan called from the bathroom.

"Oui." Remy stood up and went to the door. Opening it a few inches, he saw a young woman with deep red hair and a nice smile, standing there. "Mornin', chere."

"Oh, hello. Remy, right?" The woman asked as she smiled.

"Oui. Logan in de bat'room. I get 'im." He turned to retrieve the older man but was called back to
the door by her.

The woman stood there and blushed slightly. She saw in his strange eyes that he was deeply in love with Logan, and more than just pure lust would allow. "Tell Logan, Jean is leaving in ten minutes, ok? I'm Jean."

Remy nodded and smiled. He closed the door as she turned to leave. Wandering into the bathroom, and sitting on the toiletseat lid, he watched Logan finish shaving and gave him the message. "Y'
leavin Remy, Logan?"

"Yea kid. Got somethin to take care of. I'll be back tonight, and we can go shoppin for some
clothes. Not that I'm thrilled to see you wearin Scott's old ones." Logan wiped his chin with the towel he was using and tossed it in the plastic hamper across from the toilet. He walked back into
the bedroom and over to the wide closet with twin wooden sliding doors, that took up the wall
space on Remy's side of the bed. His dresser was on the other side of the bathroom wall. Grabbing
a white button up shirt, he pushed the small pile of hanging clothes over to the far left side of the closet and told Remy he could have the bare side for his things. Logan put the shirt on and let Remy button it up for him. They kissed again before Logan pulled himself away. "I gotta go."

"Okay." Remy sighed and sat on the bed. "I wait fo' you, mon amour."

"Remy, listen to me. This aint the 20s anymore. You may be here with me but, you aint my slave. Charles'll be here. You remember him?" Logan bent down and looked Remy in the eyes, a hand on his shoulder.

Remy nodded.

"He'll be here, and you're free to roam around and watch TV. He'll show you all of that stuff. I'll be back soon." Logan kissed his forehead and left the room.

**************************

Remy had gotten dressed in the same clothes he had on the day before, and went down stairs to explore his new surroundings. He wandered through the main hallway and into the kitchen. The
small and cozy kitchen wasn't as big as his had been, but it also had alot more stuff than he did. His fingers had roamed over the countertop and then examined the funny machine with numbers and a door on it.

"It's called a microwave, Remy." Charles said from the doorway. He had been watching Remy for
a few minutes.

Remy jumped and turned around. "Dis yo' house, monsieur?"

"Yes, Remy. However, alot more people live here than just Logan and I. I was hoping we could talk. I have a few questions, if you are willing to share the answers with me?" Charles wheeled himself closer to the young man.

"Course, mon ami." Remy shrugged and smiled.

Charles had suggested they move to his office to acquaint each other. Remy agreed and followed him.

Remy sat on the brown leather sofa, across from Charles. He kept his hands folded in his lap and looked around the room. Books lined the walls and an expensive rug blanketed the floor. Before
long, Remy found himself staring intently at the carpet and shivered slightly.

"What's the matter, Remy? What happened between you and Logan so long ago?"

"Logan had a rug like dis. Remy mess it up, Logan got angry wit' 'im. Tore Remy's clothes off an' drag 'im upstairs. Try t' burn Remy wit' water." Remy stared intently at a design in the carpet. He continued. "He wash me, pull me out. Remy cry an' dry 'imself. Den he left."

Charles observed the young man for a moment. "Are all your memories of Logan, violent? I understand Logan has a much more wilder side than a tame one but, what convinced you to stay with him?"

"Non. Not all. Logan took care o' Remy. He made soup when Remy was sick, an' have pillow
fights. Remy used t' be a.....uh......." Remy blushed and didn't look up. "whore. Logan save me
from bad people, an' let Remy stick wit' 'im."

"Remy, if I may brag on you a moment, you were one of the most exceptional mutants for your
day. And, forgive me if I'm wrong, all activity from you seemed to have stopped at the time you
and Logan met. Why did you stop?" Charles leaned closer and templed his fingers under his chin while resting his elbows on his knees. As moments wore on, he was finding himself more and
more intrigued by this 98 year old figure that resembled nothing more than a young man in his 20s.

Remy looked at the man before answering. He knew Charles was right, and that he found Remy to be a legend out of place. "Non, Remy use his powers when he wan' to. Was his idea to no' use dem 'round Logan. An' Logan say he don' use his claws 'round me. He only slip 'cause Remy mess up." Remy looked away. It hurt too much to talk about the past and the night Logan had broken his promise and killed him. Looking over to the walls of books, he got up from the sofa and made his way to read over the labels.

Charles watched him. "Do you like books, Remy?"

"Oui."

"My library is always open to you."

"Merci, monsieur. I had lots of books at home."

Remy ran his fingers lightly over the many spines of the well kept books. Tilting his head to read some of the titles, and pulling a few out to glance through them. A growling in his stomach brought him back to where he was. Remy groaned at the discomfort but ignored it, and continued to look at the books.

Xavier examined the younger man in detail. The well-kept hair that cascaded partially down his slim back and hung loose from the ever-there ponytail band. Long and lean arms with matching legs that carried more strength than what they gave off. And a slim body that moved with ease and grace around chairs and tables and lamps. He had helped Remy materialize from Cerebro, and was amazed to see the creation living and breathing and making his way through nearly all the books he could reach. Scott had generously given Remy some old clothes and shoes, and the bracelet that seemed inseperable from Remy's slender wrist.

Remy's stomach growled in annoyance.

"How about some lunch, Remy?" Charles offered.

"Oui, sil vouz plait." Remy nodded and followed Charles back into the kitchen to fix lunch.

*************************************

A few hours later, Charles had left Remy to his wanderings of the downstairs, while he checked in with Jean and finished paperwork. He sat at his desk, in silent musings, when a soft knock at the door had disturbed him. "Come in, Remy. Please, have a seat. How has your day gone? Does the house meet your approval?" He smiled as the young man opened the door and walked in.

Closing the door, he smiled and nodded. "Reminds me of home. Can Remy stay here? He prepared
to pay fo' himself. I earn ma keep, mon capitan."

"Of course, you can stay. I don't ask for your money, Remy. But, if I may have a demonstration of your abilities--?" Charles smiled and waved Remy closer to him.

Remy sighed and sat down in a chair across from Charles. He looked over the paper-strewn desk and reached for a pencil that had been laid down and forgotten, at the top of the desk. Remy concentrated for a moment and narrowed his eyes at the faintly glowing object in his hand. Concentrating harder, the pencil glowed brighter and the vanished in a muted poof as Remy tossed
it up into the air, above him. He panted and lean back into the chair, tiredly. "Work alot better wit' cards."

Charles was amazed. "Not using your powers for a long time, and also being re-established into life can drain a mutant from their ability. You, on the other hand, have exceptional energies. You'll feel weak for awhile until your original strength returns." He had started to say something more, when the front door slammed shut and voices rose in extreme hostility.

Both Charles and Remy came out into the main hall to see what was the matter. Remy had stayed at the office doorway, while Charles had come out to get in the middle of a roaring argument between Logan and Cyclops.

"Gentlemen, please. What is going on?" Xavier spoke calmly to the men as they stopped and became aware of where they were.

"That was totally against my orders, Logan!" Scott fired an angry glare at Logan through his visor.

Storm, Rogue and Beast had dismissed themselves to wind down from the mission, leaving Jean, Charles, Logan and Scott to figure the mess out. Remy watched quietly from the doorway.

Jean explained the mix-up to Charles as the two men carried on with their argument.

"Keep your mind on your job Logan, don't worry about bed partners when we need you to watch your teammate's backs!" Scott called as Logan growled and turned around to leave the room. "Wolverine! I'm not through talking to you!"

Logan growled again, louder this time, and released his 6 shiny silver claws. Turning back to Scott, he grabbed the other man by the shirt and hissed, "Leave the kid outta this, pretty boy!"

"Logan, calm down." Xavier offered from behind.

Logan stopped. Sniffed. Fear. Pure, uncontained fear. He looked back over to the office doorway and froze as he saw a frightened and shivering Remy, huddling the doorframe. Releasing Scott's shirt, and resheathing his claws, he hurried over to the office only to have Remy slam the door shut and lock it before he was able to explain himself. Logan turned around and glared at Scott, who was being comforted by Jean.

Charles sighed and told Scott to gather the others downstairs for a debriefing.

Jean watched Scott and Charles leave to go downstairs, and then walked up beside Logan. "I'll talk
to him. Why don't you go and cool off?"

Logan nodded. He looked back at the door before retreating upstairs to a shower and a change of clothes.
 

To Be Continued..............
 
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